drap

nar svedjor brannes

bliva min moderskalk av aska

nifelvind

hor mitt namn

gyttjeblod

sank ditt huvud dar jag vandra

ur varje froskallla bittra

onda dodliga natt

ur varje var da inget vaxte

da saden aldrig steg

nifelvind

hor mitt namn

gyttjeblod

sank ditt huvud dar jag vandra

vid varje offerblot

fovande vid roten av varje galg

tandande gnistan i mordarens blick

och sveket i dem som blodet salt

nivelvind

hor mitt namn

gyttleblod

min vilja blevo din

ur varje frostkalla

bittra

onda dodliga natt

ur varje var da inget vaxte

da saden aldrig steg

nivelvind

hor mitt namn

gyttjeblod

sank ditt huvud dar jag vandra

when the land burns

my ancient chalk is made of ashes

wind of underworld

hear my name

dirty blood

sink your head to where i wander

from every freezing cold

hateful

evil

deadly nights

from every spring when nothing grew

at that time seeds never rose

wind of underworld

hear my name

dirty blood

sink your head to where i wander

with every blood sacrifice

sleeping in the roots of every gallows

the lighting spark in the glance of a murderer

and deceit in those who sold the blood of others

wind of underworld

hear my name

dirty blood

my desire became yours

from every freezing cold

hateful

evil

deadly nights

from every spring when nothing grew

at that time seeds never rose

wind of underworld

hear my name

dirty blood

sink your head to where i wander